High Priest Tenebrae didn't keep track of the monitor showing Solomon's cell all night. He couldn't have, even if he wanted to - duty and a few hours of sleep took up too much of his time - but he didn't particularly want to keep track of it to begin with. There was never anything new to see. And the sight of so much blood without a physical attack was... disturbing, to say the least.
Of course, he didn't have to. There were other people for that sort of thing. Tenebrae demanded to be told the instant anything changed, and was quite fortunately in his office when that call came.
"We thought he was dead, actually," said the Necromancer facing him. "He just... stopped. He's still now. He's been still for a good fifteen minutes. And he hasn't said anything else since... that."
Tenebrae nodded thoughtfully. "Thank you. You may leave."
The nameless man did, instantly, preceded only by a respectful bow. Tenebrae tapped his fingertips together on the desk while he considered.
The problem was, even if they didn't have to assume Solomon could now see souls, it was highly unlikely he'd explain anything to the man who set off this whirlwind of pain. Even if it was only halfway-intentional. The instant Solomon saw Tenebrae, he'd clam up. His mouth would probably go into that thin line it took when he was angry. If he had any strength left over, he might even try and take revenge. Tenebrae couldn't risk that.
But Solomon had talked to Quiver. For some unknown reason, he'd been talking to Quiver right before the worst of it hit. Quiver had been sympathetic to Solomon's plight, and maybe that was all Solomon had needed. Who knew? It didn't matter. The most effective way of getting anything out of him now would be to send Quiver in, alone, without any mention of Tenebrae.
Tenebrae nodded to himself as he made the decision, then asked for Cleric Quiver to be sent up to the office. They needed to tread carefully now. Solomon was dangerous when he could think straight, and they couldn't let him leave the Temple.
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Of course, he didn't have to. There were other people for that sort of thing. Tenebrae demanded to be told the instant anything changed, and was quite fortunately in his office when that call came.
"We thought he was dead, actually," said the Necromancer facing him. "He just... stopped. He's still now. He's been still for a good fifteen minutes. And he hasn't said anything else since... that."
Tenebrae nodded thoughtfully. "Thank you. You may leave."
The nameless man did, instantly, preceded only by a respectful bow. Tenebrae tapped his fingertips together on the desk while he considered.
The problem was, even if they didn't have to assume Solomon could now see souls, it was highly unlikely he'd explain anything to the man who set off this whirlwind of pain. Even if it was only halfway-intentional. The instant Solomon saw Tenebrae, he'd clam up. His mouth would probably go into that thin line it took when he was angry. If he had any strength left over, he might even try and take revenge. Tenebrae couldn't risk that.
But Solomon had talked to Quiver. For some unknown reason, he'd been talking to Quiver right before the worst of it hit. Quiver had been sympathetic to Solomon's plight, and maybe that was all Solomon had needed. Who knew? It didn't matter. The most effective way of getting anything out of him now would be to send Quiver in, alone, without any mention of Tenebrae.
Tenebrae nodded to himself as he made the decision, then asked for Cleric Quiver to be sent up to the office. They needed to tread carefully now. Solomon was dangerous when he could think straight, and they couldn't let him leave the Temple.